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"Do you think, then, sir, that thelost worotesque aim to life, and that the heart should have any room for

enthusiasm of that kind? What will be the end of this marvellous cure,

and ill you think of what you are saying to-day by the tih at this love of yours, if you can still laugh,

and if it has not left too serious a trace in your past What would you

be now if your father had had your ideas and had given up his life

to every i himself firmly in

convictions of honour and steadfastness? Think it over, Armand, and do

not talk any more such absurdities Come, leave this wo

"Armand," continued my father, "in the name of your sainted et more easily than you think You

are tied to it by an impossible theory You are twenty-four; think of

the future You can not always love this woerate your love You put an end to your whole

career One step further, and you will no longer be able to leave the

path you have chosen, and you will suffer all your life for what you

have done in your youth Leave Paris Come and stay for a month or tith your sister and me Rest in our quiet family affection will soon

heal you of this fever, for it is nothing else Meanwhile, your mistress